Thursday, December 6, 2012

Over these past few months I've read stories about the banning of the Hijab and I've had my share of opinions, just as many others. In a moment of clarity, I'd like to look the different opinions of those who are FOR the ban. Now, we all know that we live in a world where opinions can get you killed unless you sugar coat it and compliment both sides equally but I've lived in a Muslim city, a Christian majority state and a Hindu region, so I'm not going to be reeking of biasness.
Don't get me wrong, I love and hate people of all caste's class and religion. I'm not the type who has ever been racist (though sometimes I am very judgmental towards poor attire) but this is getting out of hand!
Firstly, those against the banning of the Hijab haven't got it wrong...individual rights, secularism and many other factors means that each person is entitled to belief, act and speak as they please. but lets face it... the only "freedom" we have , is an illusion granted to us by the government.
If you've ever visited a Wild Life Reserve, you'll see the metaphor, because honestly we are just like those lions we see roaming through the fields, chasing deer and lazing around under the trees. We believe we are "free" but the minute you try to exercise your freedom you will see the uncross-able boundaries.
So it's high time we give up complaining, because nothing we say is going to make a difference. As long as we face terrorism, attacks, murders, rapes, we will be prisoners.
Muslim women, I've seen you. You are bold, strong, and beautiful. To hold faith in your religion, when all this chaos around you should make you wonder if there really is a God, is a testament of your strength, and by all means follow your beliefs, but you need to see a different picture, even if just for a minute. If you stick to your side of the story and refuse to understand where others are coming from, then you will seem to be just like one of these extremists that the world is so afraid of. I know that not all Muslims are extremists, but not many people actually believe that.
I believe it is the right of a women to wear a Hijab, but what about those that are forced to do so by people around them? Where are their rights? In a battle for justice and fairness, people believe that banning the Hijab could prevent the oppression of women, which of course still exists nowadays
A lot of people are very biased towards "Brown-skinned" people and Muslims because of all the terror attacks and threats. The Hijab pushes you towards that stereotype, further and further, leading to racial abuse, and traumatic experiences for many young girls.
Another considerable argument often pointed out is the fact that every country has its rules and cultures. If I traveled to Iran during a certain period, I would have to cover my head and dress modestly. We accept those traditions and culture and follow the rules of the places we travel to. So when an outsider or a person from another background visits or stays in a country that follow a certain culture, shouldn't they have to conform to the rules as well?
Now lets talk about security. A hijab or veil can compromise security, because people are harder to identify when half their face is covered. With all the terror threats, attacks and panic, security is currently the most important issue to a country. Lets say the veil is allowed, can a person not disguise himself and attack people? Then how are we to identify and prevent them from causing further harm?
Secularism has its limits, we cannot burn widows, or stone people to death just because our religion says to. The people on this planet have a knack for using religion to cause destruction or make money, and without restrictions, things would go haywire.

To end things, I have to say this whole issue is absurd. When there are so many issues going on around the world, why are we so bothered about what a person can and cannot wear? Maybe its just deflection from the chaotic world, something to talk about other than death, murder, violence etc, or maybe we really have become that shallow an existance.

It's been a while since I've really written and it's a dilemma i'm facing on quantity over quality. I know most do think quantity goes a long way, and while it may give you a dozen readers, none of them are going to make it past the first paragraph.

If gold was found readily , and everywhere, would it still be precious?

I need to be inspired, I need to have that rare moment of brilliance before I can write again.

Till then, I won't bore you with random musings about heartbreak, silly girl issues, complicated words with no meaning and essays on boring perspectives that no one cares about .

To all the people that do care? I love you guys. I don't need hundreds of comments, keep the private messages of inspiration coming, this is between me and you... no one else.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Each day, I spend one more day of my life, wondering whats the best thing I've ever done and whats my biggest mistake.
My biggest fear, is that I might still be in the process of making that mistake, and the end result is going to kill myself, only I am not smart enough to stop.
Career, Life, Everything in between, what is the better choice and what isn't?
Did I make the right decision in eating that slice of pizza or will it kill me with food poisoning?
Was the trip across the country a smart choice, or will I meet with an accident and be paralyzed?
Could I have gone to a better college, where I would be studying Medicine or Law, or is this the best I could ever be?

There's a thin line between the right decision and the wrong, where is my life headed?
Where is yours?

Friday, February 24, 2012

Evra, Nani, Ferguson, I could just wring their necks with the jealousy breeding in my veins.

You know that popular girl in school, the one who just has it all? Money, popularity, friends, that car you've always dreamed of? That girl who could break the rules, and have it all... yet chooses to spend her awesome life just throwing it in your miserable face. Yes I know you're picturing that one girl in your mind, and yes I'm talking about her. That bitch, who always gets away with the worst of offenses, she is Manchester United, and I hate her. I hate her more than a jealous girlfriend hates that one hot girl who always flirts with her man. I refer to United as her, because no man could get away with the shit that the players of Manchester United have, and no man could get someone into as much trouble as a woman could.

You remember Eve? Yes, that slut who tempted Adam? That is Manchester United...

And Jezebel? Definitely Manchester United.

Damn You Manchester United.

You Have It All.

Except Humility and Honesty.

You wicked witch, one so wicked even Disney wouldn't have you in one of their fairy tales!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I'm not the biggest Lady Gaga fan , I'll admit... But... she does have a message to all those who aren't really satisfied with themselves, or have been brought down by others in life. If you weren't meant to be that way, then you wouldn't be. It's time we all start learning to live with how we are created, or we will die unhappy, unsatisfied and ugly on the inside.Don't let anyone else make you feel like you aren't perfect. Don't let the insecurities of other people drag you down ~ You were meant to be. Some of us will always remember you to be the spark of happiness, a little bit of perfection bought to our life... Thank God you were "born this way""I'm beautiful in my wayCause God makes no mistakeI'm on the right track, babyI was born this way

Friday, January 20, 2012

“If I won a Nobel Prize, and no one facebook status’d it, Did it really happen?”

As a child, my parent’s always told me about their years of socializing, where the youth went out for dances and parties with friends, spoke about their college days and had dinner in a huge group. If my father wanted to discuss a match with his friend he had to walk all the way to his house, and if my mother wanted to ask her cousin what dress looked better she had to carry it to her home and in order to find out the answer. “None of this tweeting non-sense” they’d say. Nowadays , the world is built to our convenience. We are a lazy generation who have everything at our finger tips. If we want to know how a dress looks, we just take a photograph of ourselves in it and if we want to discuss a sport all we have to do is send a text. SMS, MMS, Facebook, Twitter, and Flickr means we can have a social life without even changing out of our pyjama’s.

We sit there, in our oldest clothes, hair uncombed, pizza sauce dripping on our shirts, yet our profile pictures make us feel beautiful, almost as if all decked up for a party. We are smart and witty when we comment on a status or a photograph. If in real life we stammer or are extremely awkward, online we are models and studs. That is the power of social networking.

Today, as an experiment I have decided to take a break from all sorts of social networking sites and stay off the web. That meant, no Facebook, no Youtube, no twitter, no text messages, no television.. . A sort of rehab that only lasts a day, because even before I started I was sure I wouldn’t last too long.

Ive never been an alcoholic, nor a smoker or a druggie, so I never experienced what withdrawal symptoms felt like till this January 2012. Let me tell you one thing, It isn’t fun. It is nothing short of torture to be so isolated.

From a young age, I’ve taken up the habit of checking up on the world via web as soon as I wake up. So habituated to that, as soon as I woke up I switched on my computer, only to remember the technology “bandh” I decided to take up. Almost immediately I changed my mind, what harm was there to just sign into Facebook for a minute? Who would know, other than the 30-40 people who would be online on my profile at that time? Before I could ruin the experiment I decided to head back to bed and sleep a little while longer and it was then that it hit me how bad of an obsession the online world had become. “Web” couldn’t be a better name for it, bringing to mind a picture of a huge entangled spider web and me, the helpless little fly caught in it.

As I drifted off to sleep I began to dream. In my dream all I could see was a chat window and a conversation I was having with all my friends. Each person was just a name typed on the screen... no faces, no bodies...just words. I woke up panicking, and itching to turn on the computer.

Nothing is more certain than the fact that a day without social media truly makes you feel isolated.

I decided to go make myself a snack to distract myself and had a very interesting conversation with the microwave oven, who told me I should text some of my friends to keep me company. At first , it made a very convincing argument, but then the dishwasher told me I should stick to the experiment.

I was losing my mind.

After a while, I sat down to finish up an English assignment... With a pen and paper, and as if that wasn’t hard enough, I realised I couldn’t use Wikipedia or online Websters Dictionary!! Now what was I going to do? I decided to leave it for the next day ... My mind just wouldn’t seem to work without the prodding of the online world.

As I lay on my bed, in deafening silence, I realised that there was an important football match that evening. I knew that everyone would be talking about it, and predicting outcomes. What a day to pick a social black out! This was my breaking point. I felt like it was 2000 all over again, except the older more mature me was taking it much harder than me in my lack of social life back then.

Never have I ever wanted to take up alcoholism more. Anything would be better than this media-less torture.

I was waiting for the hallucination phase where I would start seeing the twitter bird flying around the house and having conversations with my iPhone.

At 4:30pm I could take it no longer. I just had to check into Facebook. I gave in to temptation and signed in ... only to notice 12 likes on my status “Taking a break from Social Networking For Day, See You All Tomorrow,” and one comment from my cousin saying “1000 bucks says you won’t last past 5 in the evening.”

Not only did I fail the experiment, but I just lost myself 1000 rupees. I could go on about how disappointed I am in myself for giving in to temptation, but I’m going to go tweet about instead.

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